I'm numb.
It's gone.
Everything.
Nothing.
Nothing is left.
I'm just a body doing what it's supposed to do.
Live?
I don't feel anything.
I'm not sad.
I'm not happy.
I'm just here.
Maybe that's what I wanted?
I asked for this right?
It's scary.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThis is for when the original is not enough or satisfing. When change is wanted. When the finished product is not up to their standards. When your told to not be you. You can only be you not anyone else cause everybody else is already taken. And som...
